As told by Elisabeth (because I'm the writer in this relationship, and let's be real, the person managing this website)...

For a very long time, I didn't think love was meant for me. I had fleeting relationships and summer flings, anxiety-inducing escapades that left me depleted. So when I met Nevin at a brewery on an unusually warm February evening, I thought nothing of it. Brought together only because it was too crowded to have a whole table to ourselves, our friend groups chatted, and then we all left. No numbers were exchanged; he was just another heavily tattooed Navy guy, and I was never going to see him again.

It wasn't until a couple of months into our relationship that I learned he went back to that brewery multiple times hoping to run into me, before eventually getting my friend's number and reconnecting with me on the dance floor of my favorite bar. Almost two years later, it still blows my mind. He went back... for me.

Nevin's love is like the perfect hug. It wraps you up; it's strong but soft. Both by nature and training, he is an observer and a listener; he is the historian of our relationship, remembering the little details and everything I say. He often makes vaguely psychoanalyzing comments that stop me in my tracks at how well he knows me. At parties, you can find me in the action while he keeps to the sides, preferring to chat quietly, a glass of bourbon in hand, but he winks at me from across the room. He is gentle and patient, even-keeled to his core, but make no mistake, if there is a battle to be won, he is the guy you want in the arena with you. He is the guy I want by my side for the rest of my life.

I will forever be in awe that this love was meant for me.

Registry